The knock came, a small echo, from a small hand. He raced to the door, barely believing his ears. He opened the door. There standing in front of him was his long missing child. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he reached for his darling daughter.

Her upstreched hands turned to claws, as she began to push him away from her with inhuman strength. Her smile broadened revealing two small fangs.

“I hate you.” she yelled as her frightened and bewildered father stepped back.

Suddenly, she rushed him picking him up like a feather and tossing him through the window.

As he fell to his death he could still see her small form framed by the broken shards of glass.